"You have nothing to be afraid of Aaliyah." Cassidy laughs as she loops her arm with mine as we walk up towards her house, which isn't as significant as Tyson's but still significant.
"I know, I can't help it. A lot of people don't like me, and I can't help the feeling that your parents will be the same." I sigh as we walk through her open garage and towards the door that leads inside.
"Well, Wendy Wright is way different than Stacy Bradford Aaliyah." Cassidy laughs as we walk into the kitchen. "That's why they call her the better sister."
I laugh at that comment as I place my bag on one of the barstools next to Cassidy's bag. I didn't want to feel like I was intruding, but Cassidy claimed that I wasn't.
"Do you want anything to drink?" Cassidy asks opening up the fridge. "We have appl
